Have you ever taken the time to notice those people? You know the type I’m talking about. Perhaps, you yourself may be one of those types of people. The kind of people who are always so busy; creating as many distractions as possible within their mundane lives, in order to keep themselves distracted, as though their tedious distractions are going to solve all of their life’s problems. What a waste of time. Not the distractions, but the person distracting themselves from their life. Time is the most precious possession a human being can, or ever will possess. Why would one waste the precious time they are given within this life, by throwing it away watching TV, altering their consciousness through the vice of their chosen narcotics, or spending time with those who do not enhance their quality of life? How much time do you waste within your life, with the nonsense and bullshit which has no purpose within your life? Life does in fact become trickier, when you worry and focus upon everybody else’s business in the world, and not your own. This type of subversion is just another way for you to waste your time; creating a distraction from your life, which has absolutely nothing to do with you. What goal has ever been achieved, by focusing and distracting one’s attention towards external circumstances, which have absolutely nothing to do with them? Not one.
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The Sweet Sad Notes of Your Voice
It is as delicate and solitary, as the night is dark and indulgent. My mind. You have prodded at it enough. Callused membrane. Futility exists, when trying to comprehend its contents. There is no use to indulge yourself within the realms of honesty and purity. There are no thoughts for you to reflect upon, or to bathe within. The sweet sad notes of your voice; lingering and tingling within the shards of broken glass you swallowed. There is no future here for you to dwell within. There only exists the past of consecrated misfortunes and prior devastations, which will only know your broken words and thoughts, for your consideration. The tingling of shattered nerves, seem to scratch and itch within themselves. Ready to ignite the soulmates and the soul’s fates. You were speaking empty words, with a native tongue, within the singularity of tempting the masses. Your people. Sweating and wetting upon your unguarded fleshy mind. A doormat for strangers to walk over. Welcome. Come on in. Make yourself at home. The song within your beaten heart, will never be sung nor heard. The stinging within your words, will forever linger upon your dripping tongue. Another shattered and lathered bedtime story. Waiting for me to tuck you in; tucking you back into your coma. Time flies when you are unconscious, as this is the best way to travel. Dead weight as carry-on luggage. Dead weight for others to carry-on. An inconsideration you will always consider. I can hear your necrotic whispers in my ears. You thought they would sound sexy in my ears. My ears have heard it all.
The Inner Voices are Guiding
Words of fire, give way to a spirit aflame. There is majesty and power, within one’s honed name. A tree will grow, rooted within your soul. Its leaves will sew a desire, longing for control. As you lay numb, pinned to the Earth. You will live numb, in order to see your self-worth. Grow where you are planted, within the soil of your life. Diseases will run rampant, within internal and external strife. Feasting upon the living carnage, which tried to leave you behind. The shallow gallows of wreckage, growing within your mind. The Earth shakes with movement, hollowing itself out. Hades ascends from underneath, thrashing wildly about. There is no fear, in wanting to know what exists below. All you hold dear is waiting to flee, waiting to see what will never grow. There will never be an escape, from yourself or your nature. An endeavor you can escape, but never from your inner creature. The blood will freely sing from within your veins. The hymn will freely sting, from life-long pains. There is not another life to master, you are the only master which exists. Life is simply another disaster, which will continue to persist. Make peace within yourself, and within your world. Be an individual within yourself, never joining the herd. Rise from the burnt offerings, and the ashes from within. Live and walk within the fires of your true name. Giving your new life purpose and meaning to begin. The purifying fires, cleanse the denied. The healing waters, raises the truth from within those who lied. Seeking salvation, within the flowing wings of destiny. Finding warmth and love, within natures hands of plenty. The inner voices are guiding, never hiding. The inner yearnings will free your soul, never binding you with control. The inner longings will allow you to see, never blinding you with what was never meant to be. Your inner nature will show you what you need. Never rejecting the incantations living within your seed.
Grasping for Air
I was never good at any of it, nor could I understand how to do it. Even today, it is the one thing I have struggled with the most. For the life of me, I could never understand how to connect with people. It has been impossible for me to maintain a personal relationship with anyone during my lifetime. I have found it challenging to open myself up, as the return for doing so is unwanted judgement and critiques. What is the motivation to open up to another; when the openness would be met with judgement and criticism? I cannot see how there would be any type of motivation within it. The others, they are greatly disturbed by my dark expressions and modes. The others are disturbed to their core with my expressions; this is how I know I am doing something right. I greatly enjoy disturbing the others with my work; witnessing the repulsion and disgust, swim across their faces, as though they are grasping for air. This is how I know I have hit something deep within their psyche; something they have been hiding from the world and themselves for years. Their judgements and criticisms are always the same; utilizing basic adjectives such as: off, strange, awkward, and my favorite, which I hear the most: weird. The majority of the others in society are base and mundane to begin with, let alone possessing the capacity to comprehend myself or my expressions. I like it better this way, it allows me the ability to quietly exploit their feeble insecurities; one insecurity at a time, through my expressions and modes.
Life in 2022
Technology has allowed the weak to act and appear strong. Flaccid spine upright. Penny-pinching talons. Ignorant verbal combativeness. Non-thinking regurgitative words propelled by a hexagram. There is a reason you will never be discovered. You. Your infected soul defecates on those surrounding it. No use to no one. My words are nothing compared to the stench between your ears. Projecting the inner fears of your life onto others. A disgusting habit you picked up in the flesh trade. This trade allowed you to become what you now are. You traded your soul for penny pinching talons. A trade you indulged and excelled in. Your life is now a trade of something for nothing. Something is what you are. Nothing is what exists within you.
To Be Nurtured
Dig deep. Look for it underneath the skin. In search of the remnants of what was previously lived. The new skin is not that comfortable. Not as thick as the skin previously worn. Give it time to callus. Given enough time, it just might suffocate. I have been called every name in the book. It’s funny how I was the one whom authored the book. It is a slow process. So slow it will peel the skin straight from the facia. In a strange way, we are all searching for something to connect with. Unfortunately, purpose and meaning cannot survive without a connection to be nurtured from.
G.G. Kalfas 